Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Being Real

Someone thanked D Sunday night  for being "real/flesh" in his sermon Sunday.  You see, there was an incident this past week that affected our family as well as the community.  So D was just sharing his feelings on what he really thought in the heat of a moment.  Now let me say he isn't as hot headed as he used to be and he has a WHOLE lot more tact than I do.  So when this person said that it got me to thinking. 

I don't know who or how many people read this blog.  But I hope if you know us at all you would say that we are real.  We are just like any other couple that is trying our best to raise these boys to look and listen for God.  We aren't trying to raise them to be perfect because we can't.  We are faced with the same things each day as many of you.  Homework. Bills. Family issues.  Aging mothers.  Jobs.  Kids.  Laundry.  And all the other stress that goes into a day's time. And more often than not it is hard to find "Joy" in all things. However, we are leaning on an All Sufficient God to get us through. 

I remember growing up I put my pastor's and their family on a pedestal.  Don't ask me why.  Looking back now and knowing what I know I shouldn't have.  Yes maybe I held them to a higher standard because when you are called by God to do His work you are held to a higher standard to some degree.  But all Christians are.  And have you ever noticed that if you do have someone on a pedestal, they fall off? 

So as I thought about this I thought I would share a bit of our home with you.  Some of you have been here.  Some have not.  Talk about real? I thought I would give you a quick tour.

This is the view you get when you come through Samps' room.  Yes this is his room.  (I smile)  But I am not kidding.

Once you are in and turn around, this is the view from the other side.

This is the dining area.  See, we are real people.  Taxes are due.  This is what I do on my day off from the real job.

The kitchen.  And yes there is food in the crock pot.  So D can't say I didn't cook. 

This is from the front door.

View from the right of the front door and at the dining room table.

Yes. Pillows that someone kicked off of the couch.  And no.  It wasn't Samps.

From our bedroom door.

Laundry on the bed!  Nice touch. Don't ya think?

At any given time on any given day, if you were to stop by you will find these all through the house.  I had just tried to clean.  You can even see the vacuum and the marks it left on the carpet.  He is just like a two year old.

I had just folded the quilt.  My mother will have a fit when she sees this.  I had it on the hearth of the fireplace.  Do you see the pillow and the beanbag?  Yet he pulls the quilt off.  Yes I am talking about Samps now.
The other two boys do have bedrooms as well but I will spare them the embarrassment of posting pictures.  Let's just say one room is pretty clean.  The other....Not so much.  You can figure out whose is whose.

I realize these aren't the best pictures.  But it is a lot easier to download them than those from my camera.  My point in all of this is so that you can get a small idea of our home.  Our life.  Our home isn't spotless.  Neither are we.  Like I said, we are like everyone else.  Just tryin to do the best we can each and everyday.  Hoping that in the mix of this crazy world we live in, someone will see us or talk to us and in the process we can glorify our Father.  Yet there isn't a day that goes by that I am not reminded that D is a preacher, I am a preacher's wife and our boys are preacher's kids.  There isn't a day that goes by that I don't thank God for it.  He called and we answered.  Are we doing it right?  Maybe.  Maybe not.  Are we doing it real?  I think so.  Is "Daddy" proud?  I don't know but I sure hope so.  Would I go back to life before this?  Not on your life!  I had rather be doing what we are doing knowing we are smack dab in the center of His will than to be out of His will and wingin it.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Beth Moore: The Hair Brush

I could listen to her tell this story over and over again.  I had had my quiet time this morning and turned on "Life Today, Wednesday's with Beth" and this was what I got.  I've heard several times before but it always blesses me.  It always challenges me.  It always moves me.  It always makes me want to be closer to "Daddy".  I hope you enjoy it and I hope it moves you as much as it does me.

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Just Sayin'

I will admit that football has never, nor will it ever be my number one interest.  Shopping, shoes, purses, chocolate, baseball, basketball?  Now all of those things I can get into.  Football?  Not so much.  I know just enough.  However, I do know who Tim Tebow is.  I do know that there are several who don't really like him.  I do know that there have been some who have made fun of him and his belief.  I do know he isn't ashamed of his belief.  I do know he isn't ashamed of his heavenly Father.  I do know he isn't ashamed to give his Father praise on the football field in front of everyone.  I do know that there are some who wish he would take his praise and save it for the locker room, his ride home, maybe even his home.  I find myself wondering why?  Maybe it makes them uncomfortable.  Maybe it makes them examine their relationship.  Maybe they are finding they wish they could be more like him and have what he has.  I don't know.  I do know that Psalm 22:3 says He inhabits the praise of His people.  So for what it is worth, I don't have a problem with Tim Tebow.  I don't care how he plays football and if his passes are good.  I just wish we were all a little more like him in the fact that he isn't ashamed.  Psalm 22:6 goes on to say "But I am a worm and not a man, scorned by men and despised by the people.  7)All who see me mock me; they hurl insults, shaking their head. 8)He trust in the Lord; let the Lord rescue him.  Let him deliver him, since he delights in him."  From what I have seen and heard, I say that Tim Tebow delights in giving our Father praise.  And because of that, I think our Father delights in making all of these passes turn to gold touchdowns.

Friday, January 6, 2012


I fell in love with this the moment I saw it on pinterest.  Since then, I have repeated it over and over in my head.  I even quoted it to a student the other day.  Funny how our God works.  Last year some of the blogs I follow were talking about and challenging their readers to choose one word for the upcoming year.  So I pondered and thought about it.  My word for the year was "praise".  In fact, my scripture was Psalms 119:175.  "Let me live that I may praise you..."  I even have it on a bracelet.  "Praise  Him Well".  So again this year this challenge has come up.  And for whatever reason this word keeps showing up.  Joy. 
We have choices to make each and everyday that our feet hit the floor.  Some days those are hard to make.  Oh I can say I am going to praise Him well.  But did I?  I mean really?  We all know He deserves more than we can ever give.  But did I give enough?  No.  I could have given so much more.  I can say I will choose joy.  But will I?  The choice is mine.  God has given me no reason at all not to.  There is no reason at all for me and you not to choose joy.  Yes we may face things on a daily basis that will get us down.  But they only get us down because we let them.  
Zephaniah 3:17 "The Lord your God is with you, He is mighty to save.  He will take great delight in you, He will quiet you with His love, He will rejoice over you with singing."
So, for today and the rest of this new year, I want to "Choose Joy".  What about you?